It seems like years ago already, but the move-out was just last Wednesday. It was brutal. We began at 8:00 am and worked hard until around 6-7pm. The movers left and I swept up, in the dark basically, and closed the door on the apartment I had lived in for nineteen years. It was oddly unceremonious, considering how much had happened there. I then went next door to spend the night with friends. Next day, I took Frankie to her local "dog hotel", drove my car to the dealership and sold it back to them, then boarded a train bound for New York City.
The movers showed up the next morning around 10 am. Move-in was a little easier than move-out but it was still very chaotic. Luckily I had worked out a floor plan so that I could have the furniture placed exactly where I wanted it. I have a few heavy pieces and I didn't want to risk having to move them around myself.
Frankie was driven down from Boston by my good friends. They enjoyed spending one night with me and, once again, the sofa was put to good use and got rave reviews!
The photo above was taken just a few minutes ago. There have been about 3 days of unpacking already and I obviously have a long way to go. There are, of course, a lot of distractions here plus I have to get Frankie acclimated.
Here is Frankie at a local dog run, hanging with some of the other Brooklyn dogs. She is fitting right in!
I'll check back in when there are fewer boxes.